Chapter 19 - Chapter 19: 010 Save the people, Crown Prince Class 2

Chapter 19: 010 Save the people, Crown Prince Class 2

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Purest Street.

The night was dark and the wind was high; Bai Lian took out her earphones to memorize English vocabulary.

It was nearly one in the morning, and faint sounds of a scuffle were coming from the narrow, dark alley ahead—ordinary people would have taken a

Bai Lian wore her earphones, halfway through her vocabulary listening, when her phone rang.

It was Mao Kun; she answered and calmly walked past them.

There were three men with blond hair and blue eyes.

Because of the girl’s excessive calm, they were clearly stunned for a moment. The next second, one of them came to his senses and reached out to grab Bai Lian’s neck.

Bai Lian tilted her head sideways, grasped the man’s hand!

“Sister—” Mao Kun’s voice came through.

Bai Lian looked at the blue-eyed man, then glanced down at the person lying in the corner.

“Wait a moment,” she told Mao Kun, then stuffed her phone back into her pocket.

Then she suddenly yanked the blue-eyed man in front of her!

The breeze from her punch parted the strands of hair scattered on either side of her, revealing her cool gaze. Bai Lian didn’t retreat. With her other hand balled into a fist, she powerfully slammed into another who tried to make a move on her!

In less than three minutes.

Three men were lying at her feet.

Only then did Bai Lian take her phone out of her pocket, leaning lazily against the wall, “Speak.”

“Ah? Oh,” Mao Kun, on the other end of the phone, wiped his face, “There’s an auction here in a couple of days, do you want to come play?”

“No thanks.” Bai Lian hung up, her eyelashes drooping down.

She put her earphones back on and dug out her English vocabulary list.

“Hey…”

The bloodied person lying in the corner spoke to her, shaking as he fetched a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tried to find a cigarette to bite on, “Thank you, can I have your contact information?”

Bai Lian glanced down at him.

His leg was still bleeding nonstop.

Her gaze settled on the gold-framed calligraphy next to him.

When the man saw her looking, he moved his right hand but inadvertently triggered a wound, causing him to hiss in pain, “Do you want this? It’s an original by Liang Zewen. It’s valuable but not as precious as I am. Take it if you want. As for other requests, I can manage anything as long as you don’t ask to live on the moon.’

Bai Lian, unsure which word moved her, squatted down, flipped on her phone’s flashlight, and shone it on the calligraphy beside the man.

After a while.

Bai Lian’s gaze lazily fell on the man’s continuously bleeding leg.

She slightly lowered her head and reached out to fumble with the man’s injured leg.

“What are you doing?” The man was taken aback and quickly said, “It’s a gunshot wound; my private doctor will be here any moment. Don’t touch it randomly; I don’t want to be crippled just yet…” While he spoke, his leg suddenly stopped bleeding.

Even the pain was greatly reduced.

Only then did Bai Lian stand up, reopened her English vocabulary page, and started walking back.

“Hey—

The man snapped out of it and saw that she hadn’t taken the calligraphy. He couldn’t help but call out to her, “Don’t you want Liang Zewen’s original work?”

The girl who didn’t pay him much attention stopped; the gentle moonlight bathed her as she finished memorizing a word before tilting her head, “Who told you this is an original?”

The man was taken aback, “This has been authenticated by experts…”

The girl took her gaze back, disappearing around the corner.

Her voice faded into the night, lonely and vague, “Have it authenticated again; that’s his student’s handwriting.”

Six o’clock in the morning.

Ji Hengs room.

The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself face to face with a figure holding an electric fan.

Ji Heng: .

Bai Lian: ‘ .

After ten seconds of staring, someone was looking at him with a very righteous expression, as if asking “Why did you wake up so early?”

…Very well.

Ji Heng expressionlessly closed his eyes again.

Only then did Bai Lian set the electric fan down; she made sure to plug it in.

The fan that was previously broken now seemed eager to let everyone know it had been fixed by someone, whirring loudly as it began to spin.

She considerately closed the door behind her as she left.

Ji Heng opened his eyes again, looking at the window to the early morning sky —cool with an estimated temperature of about 22 degrees.

Calmly, he reached out and pulled the half-draped blanket up to his neck.

Xiangcheng Middle School starts class at eight in the morning; most boarders arrive by seven.

Bai Lian wasn’t particularly late, arriving at half-past seven.

Her deskmate must have also arrived early, now clutching an English book and sitting in the front seat, memorizing.

And her seat—

Bai Lian yawned lazily as she walked up to her spot, tapped the desk and looked down, “Classmate, excuse me.’

The girl sitting in her seat instantly pulled a long face.

“Shush—

The originally noisy classroom quieted down in an instant.

Zhang Shize, who had been napping on his desk, also lifted his head, bleary-eyed, and came to alertness at the situation.

The curly-haired girl didn’t even glance at Bai Lian; noticing Zhang Shize awake, her eyes lit up as she handed him a bag, “Zhang Shize, I brought you breakfast..